I wrote something on my computer yesterday and printed it
out without saving it. Intentionally. I didn’t need to save it.
When I turned on the laptop this morning, I had a message
that it had temporarily saved a Word document which I hadn’t saved, and where
did I want it to go? AI, or the algorithms of this laptop, wants to give me a
second chance to save something.
Another time I might be grateful for that grace, but not in
this case.
Ours is a God of second chances, a God who forgives and
moves on without saving a memory of that last infraction, that last failure,
that last sin. ‘As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our
transgressions from us.’ (Psalm 103:12) He gives us free will so we have the
choice of receiving his forgiveness, receiving his forgetfulness of that sin,
or revisiting it and continuing to condemn ourselves.
I love that there is no condemnation now in Jesus. He has
paid the price for those sins I committed yesterday, for those I will fall into
today. Bad attitudes. Hastily spoken words. A heart that is too small.
Self-condemnation.
I accept his umpteenth chance and invite his help in moving
on into the freedom of forgiveness, of knowing I am forgiven. And believing,
truly believing, that the sins I have repented for, he has moved into his ‘forgettery’.
Free at last.
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